( The mention of 'people' and 'clothes coming off' in the same sentence freezes Eddie in place. Shit, oh shit— what if Richie had someone had over? He hadn't even thought about that and immediately feels like an idiot that he didn't consider that before just showing up on his fucking doorstep like some lost animal. )

I, um— I'm not interrupting anything am I?

( Richie doesn't seem to be bothered but there is still a pause before he gathers up his suitcase and moves inside, letting the door shut behind him and watching as Richie approaches the stairs. )

It's like eleven in the morning, man. You want me to like... order some breakfast or something? It's the least I can do and it'll give me the chance to look up long term hotels— ( And then Richie trips on the first stairs. ) In the meantime.

( A beat and then a breath. ) Are you okay Rich?